Sometimes it’s difficult to see...
...that I’m surrounded by people who love me and that I love. It’s been tough lately. Sometimes the aloneness of this existence is unbearable. It took a reminder from a very wise person to help me understand. When times get tough and it’s hard to see clear, reach out. Someone is always listening.
The Three Marriages by David Whyte
I finally have some time to read books I want to read. Taking a dive into The Three Marriages by David Whyte. Here's an excerpt.
The Three Marriages looks at the way we actually seem to function--as a kind of movable conversational frontier, an edge between what we think is us and what we think is not us. Following the lives of Robert Louis Stevenson, Jane Austen, Charles Dickens and others, it tries to illustrate the way we can still make a real life even when crowded by other identities, or even when unbalanced and intoxicated with desire, or even when we are disappointed in work or love, and perhaps the way, at the center of all this deep love of belonging and this deep exhaustion of belonging, we may have waiting for us, at the end of the tunnel, a marriage of marriages, a life worth living, and one we can call, despite all the difficulties and imperfections, our very own.
Two Lovers and a Bear
Available on Netflix. Check it out.
This Is Gospel
This is gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memoriesOh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heartThe gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds
But they haven’t seen the best of us yetIf you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
‘Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apartOh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heartThis is gospel for the vagabonds,
Ne’er-do-wells, insufferable bastards
Confessing their apostasies
Led away by imperfect impostorsOh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heartDon’t try to sleep through the end of the world
Bury me alive
'Cause I won’t give up without a fightIf you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
‘Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apartOh, the fear of falling apart
Oh, the fear, the fear of falling apartOh (This is the beat of my heart)
The fear of falling apartOh (This is the beat of my heart)
The fear of falling apartOh (This is the beat of my heart)
The fear of falling apartOh (This is the beat of my heart)
The fear of falling apart
Songwriters: Jacob Scott Sinclair / Brendan Urie / Dallon Weekes